The Invisible Sail
I believe you are immortal grandpa,
Through your eyes you have seen more than I saw,
You avert my attention from your ails,
And are sitting by and watch as I sail.
The seas are stormy-you know all too well,
A secret hand, private push, I can’t tell.
My vessel sails through the thick sky with ease,
So alas, I win, and if you will please,
Tell me how you do it, how you drift up
and leave,
When finally, I have arrived at Peace.
